Between Vesper Silhouettes
I'm a case study of disordered perpetuity—one misstep is certain to expose my never-to-be- spoken mea culpas irrupting from the past. Her movements froze me mid-step, she was recklessly performing visceral jetés on the rims of elegant teacups. Her dance was a sultry breeze sweeping silently through the unseeable vastness between vesper silhouettes—predatory shapes without visage or texture forever stalking me. She used to observe me from a distance, gentle wisps of an empath’s energy shredding my vulnerability. I have no mysteries remaining to shield me—her unspoken words softly whispered until I surrendered.
